August Hair

August hair

Almost there

And then you ride to me



August brain

Feels no pain

And then you ride to me



Deep inside your murky heart-o

Meat or fish, I

Swim around you



Deep inside your milky sign and

Meet and never

Did I find you



August hair

Far away

And you trying out my name



August hair

Is almost there

And then your archers came



Deep inside this ghostly haze-o

Meet a pope you

Still amaze me -- Ah...



Deep below this modern ceiling -- Ah...

You will always always keep me feeling -- Ah...